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Friday At the Park

The sun sits low off to the side,Sliding in sideways:A perfect light for reading.

Only when I focus do I notice the birds,Invisible infinities in the distance, Their overlapping music a hum So loud it becomes a dull roar we don’t notice:A drumroll at the horizon.

Three little girls squat at the edge of the pondThrowing old grapes to the ducks.The girls stare at the patterns of rippled water Spreading out behind the ducks, And squeal in surprise when long wings suddenly appearAnd flutter at the sides of geese.